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Her father was a failure |
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Her mother was a comfort |
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To a doctor and lawyer and indian chief. |
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The shirt ran out of buttons |
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He lost all his marbles at a baseball game |
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And they went on relief. |
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The bank took away their diplomas |
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They locked them up inside of the chest |
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And she moved away to oklahoma |
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And got a tattoo on the side of her breast |
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"god-damn, my socks are still hard" |
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From lying on the sofa on the night she was over in my backyard |
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Yeah, we was shooting the breeze out amongst the trees |
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When a shot rang low |
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And left her standing down by the side of the road |
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Down by the side of the road |
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Father have mercy, whoo whoo |
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Get her a nurse please |
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She's almost alone |
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I saw her hand reaching out for the telephone |
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We rather see her locked up inside a home |
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Than see her standing down by the side of the road |
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Down by the side of the road |
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Headlights flashing on her skirt in the wind. |
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Yonder comes a truck it drove by two men. |
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Shotgun man leaned out and said do you want to take a ride? |
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Out in the pale moonlight light. light light lie lie lie lie |
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Too long in the hot sun |
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She could've be miss wisconsin a long time ago |
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Spent to much time inside of the early show |
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We'd bought her a ticket but she didn't want to go |
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She was standing down by the side of the road |
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Down by the side of the road |
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Headlights flashing, caught a skirt in the wind. |
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Yonder comes a truck it drove by two men. |
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Shotgun man leaned out and said do you want to take a ride? |
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Out in through the pale moonlight |
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Her father was a failure |
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Her mother was a comfort |
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To a doctor and lawyer and indian chief. |
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The shirt made out of buttons |
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He lost all his marbles at a baseball game |
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And they went on relief. |
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The bank took away their diplomas |
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They locked them up inside of the chest |
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And she moved away to oklahoma |
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And got a tattoo on the side of her breast |
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God-damn, my thoughts are still hard. |
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From lying on the sofa on the night she was overi n my backyard |
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Yeah, we was shooting the breeze out amongst the trees |
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When a shot rang low |
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And left her standing down by the side of the road |
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Down by the side of the road |
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Down by the side of the road |
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Down by the side of the road |
